Winter sun: Hotel Cordial Mogan Playa |
All in all, the holiday was a welcome tonic, bridging the gap between summer and those dark, winter nights.
Six of our best memories in descending order...
6) Chatting to the dog walkers ambling down the main avenue outside the hotel. In the cool of the evening, they would pause by various municipal benches to shoot the breeze with local buskers, tourists and a few free spirits. We were snubbed by a red setter but got to scratch the belly of a friendly Jack Russell.
5) Watching a group of grey-haired ladies whooping it up in the hotel pool during a choppy session of aqua-aerobics, led by a flamboyant member of the hotel entertainment team. Gangnam Style, granny-style.
4) Card games by the pool or in hotel reception after a fulsome buffet supper. My son challenged his bridge-playing grandmother to rounds of contract whist and Skyjo. Exploding Kittens was also juego del la semana.
3) Exploring an archaeological site outside the hotel, where the remains of a 1,700 year-old Canarian village cling to the side of a mountainous ridge. We discovered a skeleton in a shallow grave and even a child's footprint, preserved for more than a century in cement.
A shallow grave on an archaeological site |
Degollada de las Yeguas viewpoint, Nublo Park |
El Mulato viewpoint, Nublo Park |
1) An evening at Bar Dany, sampling the local music scene. Wine in hand, we watched a band of oldies strumming away on their guitars/accordian/harp, accompanied by a teenage trumpet player. A distinguished-looking dame, presiding over the evening's entertainment, raised her wineglass at us as we arrived, giving us the impression we had stumbled into a Graham Greene novel. Later, the teenage trumpeter nonchalantly pulled out his mobile phone from his back pocket to answer a call during play, but managed to dismiss his caller just before delivering an impressive solo.
The books we read on holiday
Me:
How to be Human by Paula Cocozza
My husband:
The Nix by Nathan Hill
My 13-year old daughter:
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
My 10-year old son:
The Explorer by Katherine Rundell
Reading by the pool en famille |
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